Slice open the fentanyl patch
Consume the gel inside
Chase it down with lorcets and oxycotton
Because I don't give a f** tonight
There is a gleaming shine in the serpent's eye
Where the witches burn and the virgins die
There is a growing hate I am glad to supply
I will be there shining through the afterlife
Look in my motherf**ing eyes, b**h
See the face of your enemy
Feel the blade press into your ribcage
Your life ain't sh** to me
There is a burning sign in the autumn sky
Where the wolfbane blooms under moonlight
There is a growing hate I am glad to supply
I will be here shining in the afterlife
d**h is comming
Your end is comming